TEXTS
 
ATTITUDE AT PLAY
Alex Brahim

In a metaphoric sense, Aggtelek's work could probably correspond to the dialectics between the spelling and the phonetic resonance of its name. Concrete, synthetic, visually skocking, digestable but not exempt from friction. And at the same time, highly evocative of rather subjective references —those a practically unknown Hungarian word (the name of a town) could arouse in the reader or spectator. Art, television, telekinesis, speculative projections of a digitalist or sci-fi sort, and a feeling of having a phonetic knot in your throat. Nothing could be closer or farther from reality.

The truth is that Xandro Vallés and Gemma Perales' work establishes a productive, unproductive, sensory and aesthetical seesaw that is as tangible as it is immaterial, as avant-garde (if we may still use the term in this day and age) as it is traditional in its elements, and basically artisanal in its making; so precise in its features as it is speculative in the multiple trails it feeds on and to which it refers to.

Their work starts to develop from actions in which the artists interact with space and its materials by building, destroying and on-the-go rebuilding sculptures, characters, objects and the stage itself, using mainly cardboard boxes, adhesive tape and paint. Architectures, monuments and ephimeral inhabitants in a perpetual synapsis are videotaped, while the authors play with them alternating subtlelty and violence, attention and recklessness, endurance tests and leaps into the void of evasion; making movement the only constant in a supremely personal research work that embraces performance and stage arts, object production and scenography. In a modern code and with a clear reference to silent films, their stories wink at art trends as disparate as the Arte Povera, Actionism or Pop Art. Amid this evolution of videographed situations (where the recording of the process is a product rather than a document) emerge sculptures, photographies, paintings, assemblages, and installations such as derived products —anchorage nodes of its continuous living creation, narrated in a code of conceptual playfulness.

Starting off with an aesthetics of accumulation combined with cleaning processes, Aggtelek develops their own model of work, structuring cycles of life and death, construction and demolition, making of their multidisciplinary corpus an expanded projection of contaminated mechanisms. Mechanisms insofar as their work does not distinguish between processes and products, but rather presents itself as a continuum. Thus, contaminated beyond the development of pieces in certain hardwares, Aggtelek does not have parcels to differentiate disciplines, but rather a space that unfolds so that they all adjoin, fuse, interact and superimpose or, as someone said before, explode. Hence the eloquent load of fractured nominations that some of their projects receive: Cartoonformance, Boxplot, Lightfall Post-Collage; its pro-active character: Sculpturing the Performance, Performing the Sculpture, Let's Perform Everything, Performing the Scenography; or its descriptive order of something so delimited as temporarily sequenced: Sculpture Essay number x or y, or Polymorphous Row-Ephemeral Playground, for instance.

It is the aforementioned explosion, or expansion, which gives way to an aesthetical-ideological order that is alternate and variable, where the diversity of dialogues, projections and interrelations is compact as well as infinite, and paves the way to three dialectic levels, depending on the point of view: the spectator's external reading of the artwork as a whole, already evocative of heterogeneous narratives and plastic codes; the way the artists (understood as part of the piece but now separated from the whole) relate to the process, still from the spectator’s view; and the inevitable connection between the artists in relation to their own process, which they express publicly in the formulation of their work. More over, such levels have been re-expanded by Aggtelek just after Performing the Scenography, with the appartition of characters from a parallel reality, creatures that come to life between boxes during the artists’ abscence to live their own experiences, of a rather narrative nature. Likewise, in their more recent pieces, such as the Second Sculpture Essay, the personal link of the authors grows to hyperbolic proportions when they enter the dwellings, getting into a lower tempo —the real time in which they are themselves— to carry out little gesture actions with materials and body fluids, as a wink to the traditional notion of artistic performance.

Thus, in this multi-level enclave converge a passion for detail and multiple little things, the vertiginous need to alternate events, and the prejudice-free search for profusion. This opens a scene of diffused limits where there is enough room for sculpture, scenographic managment, performance, painting, graffiti, illustration and textual work, periodically suffused with videodance and dramatic arts, and, more recently, with narrative experiments and audiovisual hypertext.

It is at the dawn and bawns of this whole that Aggtelek's artists, androids and their artwork de-re-configure, indissolublely linking themselves to the tools, materials, gestures and actions in the axis that constitutes the time line. It is that over-de-re-structuring, that of doing and undoing without any apparent beginning or end, which sets the starting point of its creative cycle, where the artists profess organic entities that are reelaborated, like their pieces, in concentric circles, or rather spirals that move forward chronologically infected with a vigorous, reflexive attitude, allegedly chaotic but carefuly and reasonably structured, making the regeneration of the residue the raw material of the genesis.

It is that embracing and processual delight which lays the foundations of their proposal, as well as it bears witness of a vitalist connection with artistic production, has given Aggtelek a differentiating originality that appropriates and reinterprets with a natural honesty all sorts of explicit referents, exogenus and artistic ones alike. “It isn’t the materials that are important, it is the attitude”, they quote Alighiero Boetti in the inauguration of the 2nd Sculpture Essay. It is precisely with their attitude that Aggtelek shows how to take the authorship trade seriously without clashing with a ludic approach, that which enables the artist (and the spectator) the enjoyment as a formal priority in an ideological hierarchy based on commitment. It is also this attitude what constitutes Aggtelek’s stamp, their particular aesthetics ethics, in their combats processes to play the battle of art.
 
A fucking zapping essay of ideas
A study of Aggtelek's Lightfall Post-Collage
Aji s. Paramshetti

A short while ago I was given Junot Diaz's The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao as a present. In it, Yunior and Lola have a complex relationship in which Yunior “could not keep his dick in his pants, even if she is the most beautiful girl in the fuckin' mundo”. My brain does not fit in my own fucking head, and this is not because I am very clever, but because there are so many ideas in Aggtelek's work that I do not seem to connect the right cables to know where to start, or even what to say about them, or how to start the next line.

I asked Aggtelek for the storyboard so I could understand their creative process when producing a video. As I imagined, there are too many changes in their work —chance, technical needs or impossibilities also play their part. Yet, by commanding concepts or references, one can actually get contaminated by their ideas.

A carnival of stories in a zapping of movements and conceptual time changes that constantly keep destroying their work. Sculpture is no longer expanded, as Rosalind Krauss said, but exploding with new meanings. A world of diverging disciplines in which everything is embraced by sculpture. It must be stressed that their videographic work is sculpture, and that the installation we are reviewing is a collage, collage in the old sense of the term, and a collage of ideas is the installation that draws on new meanings that stem directly from the video. Then, the explosion of concepts starts to expand.

Imagine the highways in the film The Fifth Element (only paved, as opposed to those in the film), and that Harry, or whatever Bruce Willis' character is called in the film, does not manage to drive the taxi in the way he does, jumping four lanes downwards and geting a high-angle shot of the city and the buildings. I will always get something wrong or leave something out. It is the simple visual delight that progressively attracts you and drifts you away from the ideas and concepts found in the artwork. A storm of concepts is what clouds my head when I proceed to explain this artwork —although it is easy to enjoy it and roar with laughter. Yet, to understand it is a whole different ball game: supposedly the one that is to be explained here. And now it is me who roars with laughter, as I am supposed to understand it. What a disappointment, much like the one I felt when I finished watching the video and I had to watch it again because I could not remember what had happened in it. An eight-minute video (Second Sculpture Essay) that rushes by at the speed of gale-force winds, a superman of montages and destructions in which a monument displays its guts, or what supposedly happens inside it, and so on until you cannot remember the steps in that continuous flow of events, which are sometimes unconnected but fitting perfectly in the Aggtelek's imaginary sculptural or scenographic world you are taken into. A very personal world that brims with energy and dynamism where an incalculable host of sculptures and concepts bathed in the so-called performance, another important axis. Performance understood as sculpture or as an objectual movement. Performance or video-performance.

Lightfall Post-Collage rehearsal


It's a mess of sculpture hipsterdom, you know, a collage fighting between two heads or thousands of muddy references that give body to an essay. There was a Malaysian woman in my neighbourhood who was nicknamed Kryptonite Pussy (1) —I obviously did not lick it, but surely she also had enough references in that Kryptonite world. There is always a struggle for good material, but attitude is what counts. That is how the Second Sculpture Essay starts, which then gives rise to the collage-installation.

(Version 1) A reference extracted from Boetti, from arte povera, poor material that is mixed in the videographic work that is also accompanied by other materials. Material that is “poor” due to production circumstances or financial needs (radical or underground, or poor and surviving production). A nostalgia for that damned capitalism that is not beneficial for some, but that in this case is the mateiral for a series of ephimeral sculptures that are easy to transport, break or pick up from the street. Like little vagabonds of the city, they recreate a future city with colors by taking LSD. Having seen their notes, I discovered there was a museum of modern art, a detached house Bucky (2) himself would have loved to live in, a plastics factory and thousands of buildings with other functions that do not need to be mentioned here, I think. A giant model, a study of the future city, a Utopia that is soon destroyed by a motorist! Everything is starting to get smudgy (in my text, I mean). Not even answers are given, there are only povera situations of scupture-performance actions that spew out questions to current problems. Ok, I'm going to stop trying to explain the video step by step, the result is rather pathetic.

(Version 2) A heater that irradiates particles that build up color images soaked in LSD. Imagine an Akira “made-in-Spain” on his motorcycle sweeping off everything that comes out from you-know-where. In this fast and concise way, a cluster of ideas that have been spewed on stage are thrown overboard and fucked up in a few simple minutes. (The video has to be processed in a split second. We need to turn to the story board so we do not miss any created building. Having the privilege of observing them in detail, I found...)

A state of independence in the process of creation, a bomb that explodes through the incubator of reason. This is like attempting to explain the way pigs breathe. A conceptual black wall marks the territory of the process to take you to an ordinary collage of movements that in turn drags us to an “After Yvonne Rainer” and to “The mind is only a muscle”, and not just to “The mind is a muscle”(3). A collage obsessed with mystery (or could someone explain it to me?) that give rise to a series of black and white sculptures (Rainer's Carriage Discreetness + minimalist sculptures- Morris, Judd, Stella) to be destroyed by Aggtelek themselves in an improvised tennis court (this is when I remember Rauschenberg and his Open Score in 9 Evenings: Theatre & Engineering, and after a while I remembered his work with carboard boxes). Reason taken to an infinite jest in which the experimental field or sculpture essay opens paths that fork off into a camouflage of concepts, where one only brain needs to turn to a protector. A protector in the sense of another person who explains what he/she understands in this part of the video. Visual culture entrenched in not being able to name things, but to enjoying them and colliding with concepts that your brain rapidly makes invisible, but that remain marked in the images of that cloud of references that are impossible to digest or install adequately.

Much like the pauses of Super-Bowl, they build a monument as if they were the Road Runner times two. This monument has the peculiarity of showing its entrails, not like when the cat of Itchy and Scratchy (4) gets a bomb inside its body and he has to pick up his own stomach. The guts here are represented in a kinetic-scenographic performance (which I utterly refuse to explain) that includes the aesthetics that will later be found in the collage-installation.

Here I proceed to take a brief break so as to explain the collage or installation in another section that is nevertheless the direct continuation of the video review.

New Process Narrative/New Conceptual Narrative
(or none of this is what you think it is)

The monument is modified and it rapidly transfroms into a strange architecture that functions as a historic building, with its towers on both sides and a red interior. A fantasy bathed in a reddish body-art that begins with the title An Ontological Composition from a Human Nothingness. Music: Pergolesi-Stabat Mater, and suddenly, a big toe, or the big toe. The celebration of the repulsive, as Bataille said (5), but with eagle claws this time round. To show the finger, to cut the nail (to give wax, to remove wax, as Professor Miyagi used to say), to soak fingers and get saliva out, there is a clear visual reference to Bruce Nauman (another language professor!, or at least that is what some say) that will later be expanded throughout the installation Lightfall Post-Collage with bodies hanging from the ceiling, sprayed plastics or philosophical graffiti of textual notes that are directly related to the sculpture essay, the destroyed material in the video, fabrics... This is the part of the video that is analyzed in order to expand the video concepts, transform them and create new ones, new versions, and give new shapes and meanings. The explosion of meanings, those that are there, those that are newly created and those who come up later. A whole new series of vectors and vanishing lines (and of not thinking about Deleuze or Guattari) appear to re-create an artwork with a shape and language of its own. Let us go back to the beginning again. After Heidegger's question Why is there any being at all and not rather nothing?, Aggtelek takes it as a starting point to build an ontological composition through body art with human waste and clear references to Calder's mobiles and to Bruce Nauman. A way of answering the question or a way of creating an ephimerous sculpture with parts of the being that always try to go back to nothing? Nothing. Because hair and nails are the parts that the being most frequently cuts, and saliva pastes. Cut and paste: collage and pasted up, the being, the artist.

A process of creation that is constantly modified, from the scenographies and the creation of sculptures in the video to the hybridization of concepts that enter processes of development, and therefore, of creation. Morris and his anti-shapes and Aggtelek with their anti-concepts, which are destroyed and created anew in a flow of diverging shapes and ideas that are regenerated. The gun is loaded (6).

The continuation of the collage or installation will expand the concepts in a theatrical performance created in a displaying space, and with this, Tatlin!!! (and I get out of having to explain the spatial-sculptural-collage).

The end in the style of Capitalist-Interior-Land-Art or Studio-Neo-Earthwork

A country without science-fiction is a country with no future. Let us embrace a new android vocation. To each his own robot” (7)

(1) I do not know whether this euphemism was used by Jason Rhoades. In memoriam.
(2) I am referring to Buckminster Fuller.
(3) If “the mind is just a muscle” you'd better go to the library gym and start thinking about the possibilities of a conceptual monument or sculpture in which a corepgraphy of strange movements is represented, taking Y.Rainer's concepts as a starting point. This can be the Y.Rainer and R.Morris fight, the Judson Dance Theatre taken to the absurd, an ordinary collage of modern representations that gives rise to a body fight of moving sculptures, a dadaist-mute performance that narrates the primitive part of the being, etc. Ten variants could come up if we give it a few more minutes.
(4) An episode of The Simpsons.
Bataille: The big toe
(5) I do not intend to explain any meanings, but to give a few guidelines. This article also intends to be an independent creation, even if I am a little more conditioned.
(6) Rodrigo Fresán- Mantra, page 220. Mondadori [Author's note: extract from the mentioned book but modified by the author].